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Well , where his this member ? Ha ,I said member ...
Hey @devin dude , @NRBQ is around today..

Seems to me he won't be hard to find.

Here's a thread he recently authored:


Maybe you guys could have a little "chat".


(I'd bet on NRBQ, but then who would bet on devin? )
 

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Hey @devin dude , @NRBQ is around today..

Seems to me he won't be hard to find.

Here's a thread he recently authored:


Maybe you guys could have a little "chat".


(I'd bet on NRBQ, but then who would bet on devin? )

Betting you won't have to , he won't show up for the thread...
 

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The Backstage is the Finnegans Wake of the guitar world.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bendof bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back toHowth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggyisthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: norhad topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselseto Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumperall the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe totauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had akidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair invanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot apeck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and roryend to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and lateron life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of theoffwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sendsan unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the parkwhere oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy.
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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! UaluUalu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are stillout to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met theduskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars andbody!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign ofsoft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaksof ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall ifyou but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall thepharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbersor Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but erehe swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus sothat ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon thebanks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annieugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your partinher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel ingrasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, likeHaroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of theliquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other daysto rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from
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next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop andwith larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-ing down. Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert withancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, MisterFinn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again! What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersdaythis municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successiveages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims thatwould blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out ofheaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick andbefore we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night andat the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than winkto the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. Shehas a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, thedreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired brick, assome say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his backpromises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat andthe mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybiessnooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and thehopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymudmurumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit didshake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. Forwhole the world to see. Shize? I should she
 

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The Backstage is the Finnegans Wake of the guitar world.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bendof bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back toHowth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggyisthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: norhad topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselseto Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumperall the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe totauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had akidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair invanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot apeck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and roryend to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and lateron life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of theoffwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sendsan unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the parkwhere oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy.
4 UP
What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! UaluUalu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are stillout to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met theduskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars andbody!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign ofsoft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaksof ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall ifyou but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall thepharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbersor Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but erehe swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus sothat ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon thebanks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annieugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your partinher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel ingrasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, likeHaroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab-les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of theliquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other daysto rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from
5 UP
next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop andwith larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-ing down. Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert withancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, MisterFinn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again! What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersdaythis municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successiveages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims thatwould blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out ofheaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick andbefore we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night andat the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than winkto the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. Shehas a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, thedreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired brick, assome say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his backpromises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat andthe mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his
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blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen and the noobi-busses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the derryjellybiessnooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes and thehopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous romekeepers,homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in fancymudmurumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warn-ing Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit didshake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stot-tered from the latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom,mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. Forwhole the world to see. Shize? I should she
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